Some finished and UN-finished poetry

I Promise: by ME!

I promise to turn ever frown into that beautiful smile that shines off of your face.
I will dry every tear that has ever fallen on your soft cheek.
All of the hurt you have ever felt I promise to take from you and place the crown on your head to make you my princess...
My arms were meant to hold you and my chest meant to lay your head.
Your love is where I belong and in my heart is where you'll stay.
NO MATTER WHAT, I promise it will always be this way!

Untitled: by ME!..again

I can be your summer crush
the adrenaline in your veins that gives you a rush
but that's it, all i will ever be
As far as your eyes can gaze you will never know the real me
more deep, confused, and different then you'd ever think
I speak from the heart with words stronger then poison Juliet chose to drink
that is, the true rendition of a love story,
but with me as the main character the author could never write the ends glory!
nothing more then paper with no writing
I'm meant to be alone and I'm not even fighting
continuously falling faster then u can see
this love thing i s knocking me out like Muhammad Ali!
no one to my right, no one to my left
just seems all to familiar...time to put this poem to rest!

Ladies Man!?!?!?!?!

OK...as i sit on my bed and make repeated failed attempts to start on my homework due EARLY tomorrow, I cannot stop but thinking of being constantly referred to nothing other then a degrading and stereo typical "Ladies Man." Why might I feel so strongly against this word, you might ask? I mean, it really can be taken as a compliment some might say. well I DON'T!!! I would not, could not, and do not take any pride in being considered to all those around me as that label! How is it that I can be so quickly judged by the misunderstood actions I might involve myself in? OK, now before you go thinking that I am completely 100% shallow, let me give u a quick breakdown of how I was. Starting from the kindergarten I was the weird boy that ate glue and kicked the girls that I liked. Moving on to the third grade I was the attention seeker constantly getting into trouble, throwing and getting the entire class to spit and step on the jacket of the girl I liked and always being put in the corner, even when I did nothing! Fast forward to the 6th grade when I managed to "bag" my first girlfriend whom eventually started going out with another guy while I was out of school tending to a broken ankle that was caused by her from ice skating... THANK KIM!!!! The 4 months that I was out of school I gained a HELL a lot of weight! And this is where it ALL went downhill! With the two dollars my mother used to give me a day for school I would get a star crunch (25cent) an oatmeal cream pie(25cent) 2 bags of chips (1honey bbq and 1cheddar fries, andy caps, 50cent) a large bottle of cream C&C soda (75cents) and finally a pack of coconut or sometimes chocolate chip cookies (25cent)...all the way to high school.....I went in to the prison on the hill (Dickinson H.S) at 212lbs at 5'7....does that sound like a ladies man? NO....now don't get me wrong, I was still an "active" chub...but i blame this completely on my environment!...it took me 3 long years to finally grow a whopping 2 more inches and lose that "baby fat" and I was still never referred 2 as a ladies man!...not only should my entire weight issue take me off the charts as a ladies man but I was also in a six year relationship for the majority of my adolescence! ok...ill admit i wasnt always completely the most faithful.... but i was stil love lockdown! and even now that i am a "free soul" i still find myself with the same company every night...with the exception of a few visitors...lol so i feel i confused both you and myself in this but in the end i do not necessarily take offense to the term Ladies MAn....but i do fucking hate being called it!....cuz the fact is, if you really, truly, honestly, 100% sure, you would not call me a LM! So juss holla at me with any ?'s because if ur down to listen I'm up to speak!

INSPIRATION...

OK, so I'm really not the type of person to "BLOG" or have any type of creative insight towards anything...unless it walks, talks, or i can eat it! (FOOD, that is, for you pervs.) Now I have been INSPIRED to learn new ways to vent, and get my feelings out there. (Even if no one reads this) This inspiration comes from one of my good friends whose bond we have has been growing stronger and stronger, to the point I choose to create a damn blog! lol Just for blogging-sake lets refer to her as "Salt" ;) I have gained the role as creeper, by simply being so intrigued by her blogs I would randomly find myself reading them in my most precious and vulnerable moments (using the toilet), and I immediately felt motivated to do the same. I want to rant on about how I feel our new President is doing at his job, or how I feel when my professor looked at me the wrong way for walking in to class late, or putting my friends on BLAST in secret code names so that they only know who they are, and even post pictures of celebs to motivate myself to look better, and most of all share my feelings with the ones who care about me enough to take their time out and just read what i chose to write! So my new inspiration comes from Salt whom I never knew thought so vividly outside of the 4 walls in which we work or the bars we choose to hit after a long shift, and Sprague Library where...NEVERMIND....but I have now been inspired and lets just see how long this blog page goes for me, because I think the more I read of Salt or the more my eyes open to life as days go by and the more I choose to become savvy towards this great thing called blogging...the more interesting my blogs will become and i will hopefully be inspiration, to others!

Thanks Salt....
Ur nigga, Pepper! (I donno juss thought it made sense)